The Supernatural X-Files

It's the Great Pumpkin, Pt. 2

Dean took a seat next to Sam in the Impala and saw that Sam looked upset. "What?"

"Nothing," Sam was holding the hex bag in his hands and took a breath, "I thought they'd be different,"

"Who, the angels?"

"Yeah,"

"Well, I tried to tell ya,"

"I just...I mean, I thought they'd be righteous,"

"Well, they are righteous, I mean, that's kinda the problem. Of course, there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission,"

"But I mean, this is God? And Heaven? This is what I've been praying to?"

"Look, man, I know you're into the whole God thing, you know, Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that. But just because there's a couple of bad apples doesn't mean the whole barrel's rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don't give up on this stuff, is all I'm saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball's still a beautiful game,"

Sam looked at him, noticing Dean's look of disappointment "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"I mean seeing Max again..."

"It's whatever...she made her decision to leave...and I guess she was right to..." realizing that was all Sam was going to get out of Dean he started to go through the contents of the hex bag in his hand.

"Do you know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, Dean?" Sam asked

"No,"

"A lot, I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven,"

"Okay, Betty Crocker, what does that mean?"

"It means we make a stop,"

***

Dean walked over to a kiln in Don Harding's classroom at the school.

Sam went over to Don's desk.

"So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone, what's the big deal?"

Sam was rifling through the stuff on Don's desk as Dean walked over. "Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy-"

"After we talked to the teacher,"

Sam noticed a bottom drawer of Don's desk was locked with a latch. "Hey-"

Dean saw it too, and Sam got a hammer off the table behind them and knelt down to hit the lock until it broke free.

Sam opened the drawer where there were bones in a bowl, one charred, the others not. Sam straightened up "My God, those are all from children,"

"And I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog,"

***

Don started an incantation in his basement. Tracy was tied up with rope and a rag wrapped around her mouth, stifling her cries as she struggled to get free. Don stood at a dark altar. He took a knife and a chalice from the table and walked over to Tracy. He ran the tip of the knife down her neck, not drawing blood, but staring at her. Don raised the knife above his head to stab her and got shot from behind three times.

Dean and Sam had arrived, and Dean went over to Tracy to untie her as Sam checked Don's body. Dean cut Tracy down and she ripped off the gag.

"Thank you, he was gonna kill me!" Tracy thanked "Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?"